My Broken Heart Poem by clarrissa berry

My Broken Heart



Lust is lust and love is love
Until you riped my hear out with a glove

Riped it, smashed it, and ground it down
Now I look like a clown

With the saddest eyes and tears running down
I hope every time you see me you get a frown

I thought I loved you but now I know
that it was lust and never love

Monday, July 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: lust,running
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clarrissa berry

clarrissa berry

columbia missouri
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